AntiPoetics - Poetry - hard core

hard core

bloodied feet
on a cold stretch of street
pavement cracked
wet with rain
car splashing by
as I stand by a drain

in the dark of night
world bleached of life
I am alone
I am alone in the night

see myself
in a window's face
see my pain in the pane
can't stop too long
can't stop to think

just move along
to the empty beat
on the razors edge
rusted through

color lost
eyes no longer blue
everything goes gray
the rest goes black

and the lights
like to blind

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